Some days at the farm, I can tell what kind of week someone has had before they say a word. They step out of the car and their shoulders are already up around their ears. Their eyes keep scanning all the thing they juggle like their phone, keys, kids, schedule, the next thing. And then, almost without noticing, they take their first real breath when the lavender hits them. Lavender Fields at Pumpkin Blossom Farm has become more than a place to visit. It’s become a place to exhale. A place...

In the heart of every dream lies the potential for something extraordinary. For me, that dream took the form of a lavender farm—a...

When I posted this photo of a tiny, purple flower on Facebook back in 2018 with the caption, "Big Things Often Have Small Beginnings", I...